Mrs. Williams has finished gathering her belongings and is now making her way toward the exit. "Today, a parcel addressed to you arrived, and I delivered it to your bedroom."
To the best of my knowledge, I have not placed any form of order, so I am not anticipating receiving a package. "What sort of container is this?"
She gives me a friendly smile and says, "I believe it's something from Mandy. Get a good evening, sir." After that, she exits the room before I have a chance to answer.
As excited as a child on Christmas morning, I can't wait to get to my bedroom and check out what Mandy might have given me in the mail. As I stroll (or even race) down the corridor, my mind is racing with the many anticipations that I have.
My bedroom door is closed, but I don't have time to figure out wh
